"May I not leave for Gotha?" she murmured anxiously.
"Certainly not, Your Highness."
"The Grand Duke complains of my long absence."
"Does that matter?"
"My children are alone; why may I not see them?"
"Your presence, Your Highness, would do them more harm than good."
"I am bored here."
"But you live, Your Highness."
"Yes, I live, it is true; but I don't care either for the country or the people," she said, with an accent of disgust.